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Love & Chaos, Canto I
How can the sun shine so, and freeze us still? In my body there’s an unearthly chill & I think of a woman and wonder why gargantuan love must dwell alone… Why the pink-bloomed tree is never touched once by hands alike, & then I think each cloud, each tree, each soul must go on…
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Thought of the Day
wOrds arE jUst wOrds Unless yoU arrangE thEm In a fashIon thAt prOmotEs a rEactIon
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Thought of the Day
If you have mastered people’s perception of you… You are also a master of deception. Don’t seek love from others… Love will come ~ Stay tRuE
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AT MY FUNERAL
I do not want to fade away. But I am already gone. I am the wind that whispers as you slumber. I am the moment that you remember that causes you to smile. I am a moment in time that you wish you can relive but you never can. The sun will still rise tomorrow…
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Thought of the Day
There a thin line between being Corny & being Creative. Don’t let fear stop the process.
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Part of the Story
Making lists at night to close the eyes and mind Street light seems to blind as the shades move in the bind between Dreams flows the islands I will never “see” to unpack the list sublime & at last to consume this desired, fading, rapturous time
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Within the Forest are the Trees
Everything that is not gist could be clutter or the forest with the distant sleigh weaving a message. The saxophonist solos running scales, changes that reflect, play on the melody. It is all relevant. A complete atmosphere of meaning fills the scene. All supports what all you perceive.
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Change
Things that bring Dusk Dust motes Collections Unmade thoughts Harbingers of stasis Rolling over tables In compact stillness Gather the unseen Data that compose Life Moving Self-edited incomplete Just out of grasp.
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THE EVOLUTION OF MAN
My pants once sagged below my waste catered by a belt and firearm. I once thought that life ended at twenty one. I once believed in easy money. I once believed that guerillas only win. But what I have come to realize like many other young people will once their thoughts become ripened. Once they…
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Sugary Prague
O Sugary Prague draped in its gentle snowfall – Hides love but calls it out as well, As the church spires still reach for heaven, Finding dark chill, still echoing her defenestrations and Kafka-gloom, but Sugary Prague finally falls, And pillows our hardy feet, searching for love amongst the cold stones & hot hearts &…